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The sound of coke getting sniffed up a deviated septurip on his knife

Fucker What a fucker

The first rule of any successful dealer was that you didn&039;t use Addicts who funded your business used Associates you needed to leverage used Bitches you needed out on the streets used

Manageic was so sound, it was funda to a casino that had a six-h catered food for a s surprised that you lost all your s was such a hot frickin&039; idea, why did people regularly die froet thrown in prison thanks to it?

Dumb-ass

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And yeah, heable to have sex

Other than that, the Lessening Society was his ticket to do stopped and the Fore-lesser looked up froazine he&039;d made the lines on Beneath the residue, so at the ca here?"

As those beady, strung out eyes struggled to focus, the "Boss" looked like he&039;d given a blow job to a powered doughnut

"I got so for you"

"More? Oh, ot two ounces left and I - "

Connors, aka C-Rider,his ar the knife in a fat circle - that terminated in the side of the Fore-lesser&039;s head The steel blade went in deep, slicing through the softer bone of the teray matter

The Fore-lesser went into a seizure - maybe because of the injurylands had just pumped a million cc&039;s of holy-shit into his bloodstrea ith the cocaine As the little shit flopped off his chair and shimmied his way down to the floor, the knife stayed with Connors, disengaging from the side of the skull, its blade marked with black blood

Connors met the shocked stare of his now-forood about this proa hinizing, as they all did, that a sk8tr punk was not who you wanted in charge of any organization bigger than a poker ga the ranks But quantity was not quality, and it didn&039;t take the Ar Society was being overrun by lawless, ADHD juvies

Hard to proenda with that kind of rank and file - unless you had a real professional running shit

Which hy the Oa had put all this in motion

"Wh-h - "

"You been fired, motherfucker"

The final part of the forced retire that blade and driving it right into the center of the chest With a pop! and a show of se was co